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... and short grass is growing. There are several tents built on the grass, where the sand bandits seem to sleep.
"Is this your hideout? How many of your people are left?"
"...None. You guys took them all out."
"They got what they deserved. Don't blame me."
I tell the big man, who's giving me a hard time, resentful.
As a bandit, he commits a robbery, and then he resents us for returning the favor? Only those who are ready to be killed are allowed to kill. ...
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